Rosemary J. Gwaltney
northern mountains, Idaho
Oh, how those crackling fires' music comforts indeed! As does the sweet, tender sound of your guitar, and your loving voice, and those eyes so blue I could swim in them! To be home, in peace, nestled next to your knee, resting. Oh, my sweet husband, you are writing some exquisite poems! How I love you!
...Living is ever like crossing rivers; finding a new life on each shore ... RJG